That night, I couldn't fall asleep. The image of...of Jean's body wouldn't leave my mind. All I could see when I closed my eyes was his lifeless eye staring up at me, asking me why I wasn't there in time to save him.
It should have been me, I thought, Jean had a promising life ahead of him. I should have died. Why wasn't it me instead of him?
I began to cry at these thoughts. Why is this so hard? I thought, even though I knew exactly why.
"J-Jean, I love you" I managed to stutter out into the darkness. I knew he couldn't hear me, but I needed to say it. In the back of my mind, I really hoped he would respond. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought I heard a voice whisper.
"I love you too"
A/N:I'm really sorry this part is so short. The next part will definitely be longer, you'll see why:)
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Switched-Jeanmarco
FanfictionWhat would happen if Jean died instead of Marco? How would Marco cope with the death of his best friend, and the person he loves? This was going to be a short Jeanmarco fanfic, but it's going to be longer then I thought at first:)
